This is a song about "Spare"

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

When i'm making words, call 'em spare lines.

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Although you will still end up with a spare hole on your neck.

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

All these people are spare bullets i've loaded

Write in my spare time, gold chain that's glare time.

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

Spare no expenses i'm a smart spender like a sams card

Rhyming in my spare time, resting on a sunday,

But i get you, i bang with you the long way

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

So i look for a little bit of gold, while tryin to spare my own soul,

Sit your ass down in the chair, spare you life for a couple more seconds,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love